Frenzy (
rednotbluethx) wrote in
re_alignment2013-02-14 04:20 pm
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[Locked to Elita One]
Heya, toots. Been thinkin' 'bout all our jam sessions an' thought we ought t'take this flirtin' to a whole new level, know what I mean? [He'd wink if he could] So's how 'bout you an' I meet up at the club an' have ourselves a coupla drinks, a few dances, then go back to my place an' bang a gong. Or yers; ain't picky! C'mon, I know a li'l somethin' 'bout Valenteen Day, havin' lived on Earth an' all fer so long. Ain't it a holiday best spent wit' someone you love - or someone ya wanna bang until yer interface circuits get all glitchy an' raw?
By the by, I made ya a li'l somethin-somethin I wanna give to ya when we meet up.
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[Locked to Megatronus]
Heya, boss. Ya mind doin' a li'l bondin' time wit' yer best soldier? [He'd wink if he could]
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[And open to everyone else:]
DON'T COME-A KNOCKIN' 'ROUND MY PLACE T'NIGHT.
Heya, toots. Been thinkin' 'bout all our jam sessions an' thought we ought t'take this flirtin' to a whole new level, know what I mean? [He'd wink if he could] So's how 'bout you an' I meet up at the club an' have ourselves a coupla drinks, a few dances, then go back to my place an' bang a gong. Or yers; ain't picky! C'mon, I know a li'l somethin' 'bout Valenteen Day, havin' lived on Earth an' all fer so long. Ain't it a holiday best spent wit' someone you love - or someone ya wanna bang until yer interface circuits get all glitchy an' raw?
By the by, I made ya a li'l somethin-somethin I wanna give to ya when we meet up.
[/locked]
[Locked to Megatronus]
Heya, boss. Ya mind doin' a li'l bondin' time wit' yer best soldier? [He'd wink if he could]
[/locked]
[And open to everyone else:]
DON'T COME-A KNOCKIN' 'ROUND MY PLACE T'NIGHT.

[action]
[Stopped, suddenly, and leaned against that same wall. Lookin' both suave and oily.] Sooooo. C'mere often? [Why rush things!]
[action]
Not more than necessary.
[If answering straight to a question counts as a success, with Elita just slightly arching an upper optic edge, then this smooth-talking is a success.]
You can be impressively fast, I see.
[action]
[Before Elita can slap him to the moon, Frenzy quickly whipped out his small mixtape. It's black with red labels--of course. Scribble across the front: FRENZYS SEXY MIX 4 A SEXY LADy. Yes, the 'y' is lowercase so it can fit after writing too big and running out of room.]
[action]
[One of these days she's going to flick your nasal ridge, Frenzy. Elita's expression narrows, but she doesn't leave. Or even snap forward to slap him silly.
Instead she eyes Frenzy, then the tape for a moment, and then gets close enough to crouch down to take it.]
Thank you.
[Then, with another brief pause and a somewhat dry stare at the cassette, Elita leans down a bit more, leaning the front of her helm against Frenzy's for a moment before standing up.]
[action]
[Things were going great! She took the tape! She said "thank you"! And then she-- Frenzy looked really confused after the little headbutt. His mouth hung open a second, closed.] ... Wazzat? [Now he looked agitated.] Dat ain't no real kiss!
[action]
You were expecting one as a matter of course?
[Elita "thoughtfully" tapped the tape against her cheek, giving Frenzy an arch little look.]
[action]
Yea! I mean, c'mon! [He threw open his arms, aggravated] I worked all night on dat tape! The least you's can do is gimme a smooch! [He pointed to his lips - this is where the kiss should go, Elita.]
[action]
Mmm, I suppose.
[And then she leans down again, a finger underneath his chin to tilt it up but that kiss doesn't go on the lips. No, there's a brief brush of warm, thin metal against Frenzy's cheek and then Elita straightens up again.]
Thank you, Frenzy. I suppose I should see what you put on here.
[AND SHE'LL LEAVE NOW. Just wander out of the door~]